"Do your parents know that you're here, Imari? We don't want them to be worried about you," Althea asked, her calm voice cutting through the comfortable hum of conversation about thirty minutes into the meal.
Imari paused, setting down her fork with a thoughtful smile.
"Yes, they know. In fact, I'm considering transferring to the college here."
Her words hung in the air for a moment, drawing curious glances from the others.
It was clear her parents trusted her completely—a rare freedom for someone raised in wealth.
They had always believed that mistakes were a part of life, an essential path to learning and growth.
Imari cherished them for that. She understood how fortunate she was to have parents who trusted her judgment, even if it led her down unexpected roads.
"That's a bold move," Althea replied, her lips quirking into an approving smile. "Not everyone has that kind of independence."